One of the hardest lessons we have to learn in this life, and one that many persons never learn, is to see the divine, the celestial, the pure, in the common, the near at hand-to see that heaven lies about us here in this world.

I am in love with this world. It has been my home. It has been my point of outlook into the universe. I have never bruised myself against it nor tried to use it ignobly.

One may summon his philosophy when they are beaten in battle, not till then.

Man is, and always has been, a maker of gods. It has been the most serious and significant occupation of his sojourn in the world.

It is always easier to believe than to deny. Our minds are naturally affirmative.

Culture means the perfect and equal development of man on all sides.

I am in love with this world . . . I have climbed its mountains, roamed its forests, sailed its waters, crossed its deserts, felt the sting of its frosts, the oppression of its heats, the drench of its rains, the fury of its winds, and always have beauty and joy waited upon my goings and comings.